After Mufasa met Kevan in Tyrion's card room, he went into his casino.
Tyrion's casino now offered a dazzling variety of entertainment, including many forms of amusement from Mufasa's previous life.
Mahjong, Pai Gow, poker, dice, and so on.
When Mufasa arrived at the casino, he found it packed.
A member of the House Lannister recognized Mufasa and immediately stepped forward to ask.
"Ser Mufasa, what brings you here?"
"I'm here to exchange the gold I have for silver. Tell the gamblers here that one gold lion coin is worth one hundred silver stags. The Gold Lion and the Gold Dragon weigh the same," Mufasa said.
"Wouldn't that mean losing more than half?" the man asked.
"When gambling in a casino, the money eventually returns to the house."
This was Tyrion's casino, meaning Tyrion could earn a large sum of money today.
"Please wait a moment, I will go inform them right away!" The man left.
Mufasa sat down in front of a game involving counting points.
There weren't many people here, but the rules were simple: guess high or low using six dice.
More specifically, you could also guess the exact total.
Betting on odd or even numbers had 1.9 times the odds. Betting on six or thirty-six had one hundred times the odds.
"Ser, would you like to play a round?" asked a scantily clad woman.
This was someone Tyrion had called over from the Brothel.
Because after the casino opened, the Brothel's business was sometimes affected.
Therefore, to improve efficiency, Tyrion had them work two jobs. As for whether they were paid two salaries, Mufasa didn't know.
But based on Mufasa's understanding of Tyrion, he probably paid at most one and a half salaries.
"You recognize me? What is your name?" Mufasa asked.
"Ser Mufasa, my name is Rosha. I am from the North and came to King's Landing to make a living. I saw you once in Winter Town outside Winterfell."
The bunny girl said.
"I see. Let's play for a while then!"
Mufasa saw that exchanging the money seemed to be taking a long time! He sat down, and several other people sat down beside him simultaneously.
Mufasa didn't have X-ray Vision, so he couldn't see through the wood to know the score before placing a bet.
He relied purely on luck, but shockingly, his luck was explosive.
Starting with a single Gold Dragon, he won one hundred Gold Dragons.
Rosha seemed to feel that she couldn't let Mufasa continue playing, or the casino would lose money, and she would be punished.
"Ser Mufasa, stop!"
"What's wrong?" Mufasa looked at her and asked.
She pulled Mufasa into a corner and spoke.
"I assume you know this is—no, you definitely know this is Lord Tyrion's casino. Isn't it a bit improper for you to be winning his money here? After all, you are both members of the House Lannister!"
"You're asking me to stop! Fine! For Tyrion's sake, I'll quit."
Mufasa stopped betting. When the Casino Manager brought all the exchanged silver to Mufasa, he was stunned.
"Ser Mufasa, do you still have one hundred Gold Dragons? Do you want to exchange those too?"
"That's right, exchange them! Change all of them into silver stags!"
"Alright, please wait a moment!"
Another hour passed, and the Casino Manager arrived with several men carrying two large chests.
"Here are ten thousand silver stags. Do you need us to deliver them to The Red Keep for you?"
"No need. Gendry, let's go!" Mufasa said.
A man wearing a horned helmet walked out from behind Mufasa. He carried one large chest in each hand and followed Mufasa.
"What strength! Just like King Robert in his youth!" The Casino Manager watched Gendry's retreating figure. He had participated in the War of the Usurper when he was young and had witnessed King Robert's heroic demeanor.
"But for a man like that to choose to be a Bodyguard for Mufasa! Mufasa is still too miraculous!" The Casino Manager said, looking at the vanished Mufasa.
After Mufasa and Gendry returned to The Red Keep, he planned to continue his Alchemy, but realized he had forgotten that the bronze-green liquid composed of wildfire and human blood wasn't ready yet?!
"Slap!" Mufasa slapped his forehead.
"It seems I've been so busy lately that I forgot! I need to find Jaime to confirm the map of the wildfire distribution beneath King's Landing."
Mufasa found Jaime standing guard outside King Robert's chambers. Dressed in his white cloak, he was imposing and extraordinary, a slight smile playing on his lips—a smile sharp as a blade, unforgettable upon sight.
Even Jon Snow, upon meeting him, had to admit that Jaime Lannister perfectly matched his fantasy of what a knight should be.
Born into a prominent noble family, his father a titan, famous from a young age, looked after by a legendary figure, and handsome to boot.
"Mufasa, what are you doing here? Are you looking for King Robert? He's busy right now, please wait." Jaime Lannister looked at Mufasa in surprise.
Although Mufasa sometimes came to find Robert, he never did so when Robert was sleeping with a woman.
"No, no, no, I came to find you." Mufasa shook his head.
"What do you need me for?" He was puzzled.
"I need the map of the wildfire distribution beneath King's Landing. I think you might be the person who knows it best."
Mufasa said.
Upon hearing that he was looking for wildfire, Jaime Lannister's expression changed.
Only he knew how much wildfire Aerys had buried beneath King's Landing after he went mad. If ignited, it would surely turn the entire city into ruins.
"wildfire is extremely dangerous, and this is King's Landing. If they cannot be properly destroyed, everyone in King's Landing might perish."
"I know, which is why I'm here to destroy them. Tell me the location of the wildfire, Jaime." Mufasa said.
"Go to the White Sword Tower. In my room, inside the desk, there is a book called 'The Knights of the Seven Kingdoms.' A map is tucked inside, marking all the wildfire locations in King's Landing that I know of," Jaime said.
"'The Knights of the Seven Kingdoms.' Your taste is quite good, reading that book!" Mufasa said.
"Naturally, my taste is the best!" Jaime raised an eyebrow.
Sounds of a woman begging for mercy, along with King Robert's familiar booming laughter, came from King Robert's chambers.
Mufasa clicked his tongue and then left.
The White Sword Tower is the residence of the Kingsguard. The tower isn't tall, and only seven people live there.
When Mufasa arrived, he saw that Ser Barristan was the only one there. The Old Knight was getting on in years, so he spent much more time in the White Sword Tower than before.
"Mufasa, what brings you here!" Ser Barristan asked, looking at Mufasa.
"This is your first time here, isn't it?" he continued to ask.
"I saw it from afar with Joffrey when I was a child, but this is the first time I've walked inside!"
Mufasa looked around and saw simple and clear decorations, not luxurious at all. It was even somewhat plain.
The only luxurious things about the Kingsguard might be their armor and cloaks.
"What do you think of this tower?" Barristan asked.
"White Stone Tower, white stone built; white stone built, White Tower; White Tower, white stone built," Mufasa said.
"What is that, a tongue twister?" Barristan was momentarily stunned.
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